This is already the fifth thing that has happened recently.

The Demon Realm, the Stream, the Ghost No River, the seizure of Hao Tianding and the bloody case of the Ghost Liang Bingfu seem to have happened before and after, and a series of accidents are chaotic and seem to be unrelated, which will only make people run southeast and northwest and break their legs.

The number of casualties caused by the poisoning in the public pavilion is almost the same as the Ghost Wuhe incident, but this incident can basically be combined with the case of the destruction of the Guiliang Soldier's Mansion.

At that time, there was no mourning and no one pushed the wheelchair back and forth, and according to the old experience, he sensed the danger and was fortunate to escape. He pondered for a moment and decided to postpone his trip back to the Northern Regions and report to the Glass Wonderland first.

Anyway, if you encounter anything, just go and talk to Su Zhenzhen!

However, the glass wonderland was empty.

"Strange ......" at that time, there was no mourning, and Yong felt that something was wrong. It is understandable that the fragrant white lotus is missing, and this one has not been idle for long.

However, the entire house has an empty door, and even Qu Shitu, who has been tinkering in the formation all day, cannot be found everywhere, so there are some doubts.

He used the tortoise shell to throw copper coins to arrange the divination, but the result was very vague and the sky was not obvious.

"Huh?" This kind of hexagram is more like what will happen. Wu Mourning pushed his wheelchair around in the glass fairyland, hesitating whether to wait.

As a result, not long after dawn, I encountered a group of three who ran from the Chunlin realm and climbed all the way to the dust, and they were also looking for Su Zhenzhen.

"It's a mediocre person who has no mourning, and you haven't been to the Northern Regions yet?" Ye Tuling raised his sleeve and was the first to greet him.

"Something happened, so it was delayed." Wu mourning a person held a wheelchair and asked: "Look at the whereabouts of the three people in a hurry, what happened to the martial arts?" ”

Another bloody case.

It happened shortly after the poisoning incident in the public pavilion.

The location is Chunlin Realm and the Ghost Liang Soldier's Mansion, and there is also a poisoned masked man in black in common.

"Poor ghost Liang Feiyu, since then the relatives have been scattered and lonely...... "The karma is very inspired, and he wiped his tears with his cuffs through his sunglasses, "The Ghost Liang Bingfu is really miserable, there are dried corpses everywhere, woo woo, and people have become skeletons." ”

"From now on, the lonely ghost Liang Feiyu will become a pair with the lonely Yan Chengcheng, hahaha, there will be a happy wine to drink soon!" The shadow corpse man always looks at the problem in a unique way, and immediately drools from his mouth, and is immediately knocked on the back of his head by Qin Fake Immortal, "Die - Qin Fake Immortal is in pain!" ”

No mourning was keenly noticed by one of the words: "Skull? "This big guy who gave up his main profession as a swordsman and went to divination to engage in intelligence work immediately linked the public pavilion plague incident with the Ghost Liang Military Mansion, and told another thing to Qin Fake Immortal of the three-person group.

So it is, so it is!

On the third day, the peak of the Ding furnace was divided!

Qin Fake Immortal told Su Huanzhen to listen to it with a picture, and finally summarized the conclusion of the shadow corpse man: "It's Ale, Ale!" The murderer called himself 'Tiantian Tianhu Monk', according to the ghost Liang Feiyu, it seems to be a ronin from Dongying! ”

The two words Dongying hook up the memories of the past, which makes people feel awe-inspired.

"Hmm-"

After Su Huanzhen pondered, he glanced at Ye Xiaochai. The sword madness and sword idiot nodded to indicate that he could go back to the glass fairy land alone, and then turned around:

"Qin Fake Immortal, have you seen the rest of the people in the Ding Furnace Peak?" The fragrant white lotus is swept again!

Qin Fake Immortal said: "Everyone is in the public sacrifice, and there are many in front of the mourning hall!" "Coupled with the upside-down mind that has been notified in place, the calculation time should also be in place.

"Good!" Su Huanzhen immediately started to turn into light, headed east, and immediately went to the Ghost Liang Soldier's Mansion, and first informed the rest of the people about the loss of Hao Tianding.

The fragrant white lotus has a number of actions in her heart.

At this time, Qu Shitu was also running wildly on the road!

“…… It was really a fire at the city gate that affected the fish in the pond. Tsing Yi, where the hell are you-" dragging the floor and singing, and suddenly he was robbed by the white-haired bandits! A good marriage model has become the current separation of the world, and it will not be easy for the family to understand the rules of the rivers and lakes.

"Ouch, my old arm, my old cold leg......"

I couldn't find the Tsing Yi Palace Master everywhere, and I couldn't wait for Su Zhenzhen to come back, Qu Shitu looked like he was panicking when he was running around. But in fact, when he left the glass fairyland, the scheming Ah Qu had already sent out carrier pigeons through special channels, and no matter how much time he calculated, the letter should be sent to Su Zhenzhen's hands, and this scene was almost done.

Now, in the past few days, the three pillars of the glazed fairyland, including Ye Xiaochai, are busy outside.

No mourning is left here, and it is strange to wait until there is a person.

He waited for a day and a night, seeing the sunset and sunrise again, and the time for the agreed meeting with his friend Tianwei Daozang had arrived, I am afraid that what should have happened in the martial arts is already happening, but there is no need to wait.

There was a demonic aura trailing the wheelchair, but it had been quietly lurking outside due to various concerns and time problems.

At this time, the wheelchair turned back, and Wumourning turned around and left the glazed fairyland, and after slowly walking down the mountain, he just left the realm of the glazed fairyland.

The red moon flashed in the sky.

The environment changed in an instant! Looking up again, the wheelchair has already descended under the different space, and there is a lonely demon in black clothes and black armor who will stand silently on the red moon canopy, confirm a look, raise his hand and suddenly open a large net!

A wheelchair is a wheelchair with two wheels, and it will never be turned into a wheelbarrow in any way. People are actually people who can stand, but it happened so suddenly that even people with chairs couldn't balance on the narrow logs.

Wu mourning was directly captured by the demon world and passed out, and his whereabouts were interrupted in the glass fairyland.

Du Fanglin, who was walking on the road, had something in his cuffs that suddenly became hot, and the ink-colored fan like a jade was crossed into a wisp of demonic energy, which could be used as a temporary communication device.

The fan bone automatically slides out of the inner pocket of the sleeve and unfolds three words in the front airflow:

"One person mediocre"

Du Fanglin raised his sleeves to disperse the faint demonic energy in the air. He stopped, looked up to determine the hour, and then built a timetable in his mind, dividing the future events one by one!

After calculating the time, he suddenly increased his speed, turned into a cloud, and walked towards the night motorcycle market where the sun was setting.

A mysterious bazaar hidden among the mountains is now a rubble of rubble. There was a monk walking alone. It took an afternoon to collect the corpses and surpass the souls.

When Du Fanglin stepped on the high place, he saw a little golden light blooming like a lotus, bathing in the afterglow and flying towards the sky one by one. It is merit and karma.

I only hope that the merit will return to you, and the karmic results will be counted on my head!

"Emperor Rulai." He opened his mouth to call out the name of the law.

The monk stopped chanting the scriptures, and his calm eyes watched the last glimmer of golden light disappear into the setting sun. With white hair flying behind him, Du Fanglin leaned down, stepping on the ruins, looking calm. One is as unfathomable as an abyss, and the other is like a sea of changing wind and clouds, at this time, the two of them stood face to face, and finally had a bit of the posture of the former fellow practitioners, which was before the establishment of Yungu Thunder Peak.

At that time, there was also a misty Lin Wushuang, but Lin Wushuang was a person who had never been very familiar with himself.

Du Fanglin closed the folding fan and sank into his sleeve and said, "Recruit monks." "Who still remembers the real name of Emperor Rulai, in a difficult situation, the name at this time is the true appearance of cultivation at this moment, and the name of the past is not important in the eyes of many people. He is the only one who has never changed his name. But another name lost in the distant past has also been forgotten on the Defeng Ancient Road, "You have a harvest." ”

"Nan Yan Futi sentient beings, actions and thoughts, all are karma, all are sins!"

After a while, the monk spoke, "Du Fanglin." ”

He lowered his eyes and folded his hands together, and replied in a low and calm voice, "You have disappointed the monks! "The deeper reaches of the abyss are the more and more invisible, and as time goes on, the restrained brilliance becomes more and more impossible to look at. This kind of brilliance is also shining on Du Fanglin, reflecting his shallowness, shadows, and even ignorance at this time.

He straightened his sleeves, held a folding fan, and used his strength to deeply hide the ink bones in the fan stained with demonic qi in his sleeves, and said in a calm tone: "Your guess? ”

"In the eyes of Zhaoti, it is not speculation."

The monk turned his gaze to the setting sun. Why does his friend seem more persistent than his former self? Every step that Shower Yusheng takes forward, there is a shadow of a person behind him, "Behavior and thought, all are karma, friend!" ”

"Since then, Shower has been my most important friend."

Du Fanglin slowly flicked the folding fan in his sleeve: "I am not lonely, so I will start with Yi!" I thought that Zhao Ti should be able to understand? "It's the same as a monk who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night to sweep the mountain gate, this is related to the exercises, please forgive me, as for the dead here, "Heaven is destined to die." "Not this time, it's next time," what kind of karma is there? ”

"I also seek the 'relics of the Buddha.'" Invite a big Buddha to do insurance, and he is also responsible for Lao Tie who fell into the pit.

It's good that none of the people who don't deserve to die died.

"Recklessly depriving oneself of oneself is not the way you have been indoctrination in recent years."

Monk Zhaoti clasped his hands together again, "What Zhaoti sees in his eyes is no longer yesterday's Taoist friend, nor is it a fellow practitioner of the past. Where are you? With a sharp sentence, the two looked at each other.

That's a bit of a bad thing.

I've already wasted some of my time on Su Zhenzhen, and if there is another debate, it will be a bit impossible to catch up with the pace of the Nine Calamities of the Demon Realm.

"If one day, you will come to me!" Du Fanglin stood with his sleeves down, not moving at all, "Can this be counted?" ”

"I want you to stay."

"Not for anyone else." He pressed the fan and said his original intention, "Just for me!" "Shower Yusheng is no longer useful, in the face of this person who has already cultivated the wisdom of the Buddha's fruit, all means need to be pressed.

Move it with affection and know righteousness, okay? There are already people who cover up the heavenly opportunity behind their backs, so that they will not let the Ru Kan who is hidden under the skin of the Zhaoti monk see through the ultimate goal!

"If there is a day, it is the right thing to do."

The monk finally looked back with his hands folded. In the depths of his calm demeanor, there was a helpless sigh: "The sinking spring is heavy, the land of the former covenant." Friends, you should know that you should contemplate the Dharma realm, and everything is idealistic! ”

"I see what you mean."

Du Fanglin fanned down his cuffs, letting the wind blow and not moving: "But my way has been guided by my heart, unless there is really that day, I should seek help like this today...... I hope you will remember this sentence. ”

"That thing!" The monk's heart moved.

"If you haven't given up." Du Fanglin was not shocked, he didn't see any weakness at all, and his aura was as calm as a reminder: "I naturally won't give up easily!" He slowly lifted his hand to push the fan, and suddenly covered the side of his lips, "Take care—"

Time passes.

The sun and the moon pass, and the night and day are easier.

At this time, Shower Yusheng had already left the Cold Herb Hall and headed south, walking by the reins. Although the direction of his walk changed many times in the middle of the journey, the ultimate goal had already been determined, and there was no second place except "Yanshan".

In the place where the iron clan of the casting family lives, there is a demon and a sword imprisoned in the depths of the Yan Mountain.

So with a person's words, a casual demeanor, and a mask thrown into the sea, the one-bladed swordsman who had abandoned the past here finally returned, just pointing to the current point in time.

Xenomorphic Demon Realm.

Stroking a folding fan that lacked a fan bone in his hand, the Nine Calamities were calculating time inwardly at the same time.

"Hao Tianding, the ...... of the Tangram Camel"

On the throne, the red veil was half-hidden, but in an instant, the determination of the Nine Calamities had been made, and he began to deploy troops again: "Only the Heavenly Stone is missing." Then the 'Divine Sword Heavenly Weep', and - the Holy Halberd God sighed. ”

But at this moment, Su was still delayed in the Ghost Liang Mansion, and not a single letter from Qu Shitu had been received. Evil Spirit Dust Liumeng, who was slowly guarding a mile behind the fragrant white lotus, ate one roast carrier pigeon after another, holding a stove that was enough to roast meat, and hiccuped slightly!